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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
DNA,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.