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 Guinea 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.