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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Organ,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.