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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 808 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Sparks 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.