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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.