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 Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.