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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Darondo to the disco 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Brick,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.