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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.