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 Gabon 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
DNA,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.