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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.