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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.