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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Arcadia,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.