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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Schoolly D 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.