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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Remains to the dance 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.