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 Benin and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Gap Band 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Audionom,
June Days,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.