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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.