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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.