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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.