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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.