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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
The Doors,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.