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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Skatalites to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.