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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.