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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.