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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
cv313,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
EPMD,
MC5,
Television,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.