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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
The Cure,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.