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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. 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?
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.