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 Kiribati and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.