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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.