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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.