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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.