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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.