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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Can,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.