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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.