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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.