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 Marshall Islands 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.