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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.