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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 guitar 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Lyres,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.