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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.