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 Seychelles 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.