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 Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.