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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.