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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Happenings 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.