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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.