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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.