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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.