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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.