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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.