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 Guinea 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
World's Most,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.