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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.