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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.