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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Eddi Front 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.