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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.