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 Zambia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.