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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.