Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.