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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Index,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.