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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.