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 Cyprus 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.