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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.