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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.