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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.