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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.