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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.