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 Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.