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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.