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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.