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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.