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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.