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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.