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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.