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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.