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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.