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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rap 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.