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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Nico,
Swans,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.