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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 ABBA to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.