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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.