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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.