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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.