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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
UT,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.