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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
ABBA,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.