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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.