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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.