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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.