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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.