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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
JFA,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.