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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.