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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.