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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the disco 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.