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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.