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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.