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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.