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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.