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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.