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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.