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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.