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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight 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?
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.