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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.