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 Egypt and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.