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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.