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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Ituana,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.