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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.