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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Can,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.