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 Argentina and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.