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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.