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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.