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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.