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 Philippines 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.