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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.