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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.