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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti 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?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.