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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.