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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Smog,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.