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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.