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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.