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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
UT,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.