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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.