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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
The Names,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.