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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
The Index,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Index,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.