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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
cv313,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.