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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.