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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.