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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 The Smiths 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.