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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines 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?
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.