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 Singapore 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.