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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.