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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.