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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
MC5,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.