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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
UT,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.