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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.