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 Norway 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.