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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.