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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.