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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.