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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.