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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Nas,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Television,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.