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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.