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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.