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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.