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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.