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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.