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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Make Up,
The Move,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.