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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Index,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.