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 India and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The American Breed to the grime 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.