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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.