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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Smog,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.