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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.