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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.