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 Estonia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.