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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.