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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Japan,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.