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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.