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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Smog,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.