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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Todd Terry 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.