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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.