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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Slave,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.