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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.