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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.