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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Ponytail to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.