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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.