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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.