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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Mumbai and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Index,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.