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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 snare 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
UT,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.