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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Excepter,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.