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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Nico,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.