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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Niagra,
Main Source,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.