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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.