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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.