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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
the Germs,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.