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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
UT,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.