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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.