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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.