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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Index,
Magma,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.