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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.