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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Wire,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.