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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.