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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 Royal Trux to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.