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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.