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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.