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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.