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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.