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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.