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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.