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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.