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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts 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 rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Nico,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.