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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.