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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.