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 Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.