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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.