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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.