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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.