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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.