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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.