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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Organ,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.