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 Greece 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.