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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 snare 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.