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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.