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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.