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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Alton Ellis to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.