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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.