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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.