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 Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Faust,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.