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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.