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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.