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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Toni Rubio 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.