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 Mauritius and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.