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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.