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 San Marino and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.