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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Organ,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.