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 Tajikistan 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.