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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
the Association,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.