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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
The Busters,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Mars,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.