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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Count Five to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Gong,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Nico,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
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.