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 Indonesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.