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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
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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.