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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the rock 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
EPMD,
AZ,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.