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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
AZ,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Television,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.