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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.