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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.