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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
UT,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.