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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
The Martian,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.