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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 chamberlin 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.