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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.