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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.