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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.