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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
PIL,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.