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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.