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 Lebanon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.