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 Uganda 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Motorama,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.