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 Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Names,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.