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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.