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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.