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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.