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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Japan,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.