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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.