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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.