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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 organ 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.