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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.