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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
X-101,
The Names,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.