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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.