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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.