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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.