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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.