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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.