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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Scientists,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.