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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.