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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.