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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.