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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Suicide,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
X-101,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.