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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.