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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.