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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.