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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Scion,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.