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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the rap 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.