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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.