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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.