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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.