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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Franke,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.