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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.