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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Index,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.