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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.