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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.