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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Bob Dylan to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.