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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Japan,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.