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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Shoche,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.