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 Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.