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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Index,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.