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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Slave,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.