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 Montenegro 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin 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?
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.