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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Can,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.