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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.