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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Swans,
Franke,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.