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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Gong,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.