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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.