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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.