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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.