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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.