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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.