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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.