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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the techno 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.