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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Whodini,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.