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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.