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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.