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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.