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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.