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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.