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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.