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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 güiro 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 Model 500 to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.