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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 rhodes 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
PIL,
CMW,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
The Remains,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.