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 Fiji and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Delta 5,
cv313,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.