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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.