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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.