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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.