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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.