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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.