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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.