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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.