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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.