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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Leaves to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.