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 Malaysia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Can,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.