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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.