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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
The Cure,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.