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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
the Normal,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.