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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.