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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.