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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.