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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.