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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.