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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.