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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida 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?
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.