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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Red Krayola to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.