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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.