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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the jazz 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.