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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! 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?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.