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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the dance 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.