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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.