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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.