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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
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John Holt,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.