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 Taiwan 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Pylon to the dance 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.