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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.