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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bill Near to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Brick,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Slave,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Scion,
Lyres,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.