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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Shoche,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.