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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.