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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.