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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.