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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.