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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s 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 Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.