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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.