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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
PIL,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.