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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Oneida,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.