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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
June Days,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.