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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.