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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.