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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.