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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
The Saints,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.