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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.