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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.