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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Human League to the funk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.