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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.