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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.