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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.