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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
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.