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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
UT,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.