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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.