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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.