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 Brazil 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Gories to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Smog,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.