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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.