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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.