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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Ituana,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.