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 Indonesia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.