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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.