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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.