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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
John Holt,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.