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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.