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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the funk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.