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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Carl Craig to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.