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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.