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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.