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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Japan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.