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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.