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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.