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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.