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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
John Holt,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.