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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Technova,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.