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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.