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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.