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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.