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 Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.