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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Echospace,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.