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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
The Names,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.