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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Pole,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.