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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.