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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.