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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.