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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
CMW,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.