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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.