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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Nico,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.