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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Nico,
Newcleus,
ABC,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.