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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.