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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.