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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.