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 France and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 clarinet 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.