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 United States and from Cairo.
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 Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.