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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.