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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.