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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.