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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.