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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.