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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Swans,
Arcadia,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.