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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.