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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.