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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.