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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Deakin to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.