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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.