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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.