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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.