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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.