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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.