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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.