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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Magma,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Mars,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.