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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the grunge 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Echospace,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.