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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 The Kinks 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.