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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Fear,
Fugazi,
ABC,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.