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 South Africa and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Skarface to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Japan,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.