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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.