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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
10cc,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.