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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.