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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.