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 Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.