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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
The Sound,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.