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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.