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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Liliput 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.