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 Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.