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 Italy and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
The Index,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.