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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Darondo,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.