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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Animal Collective to the crunk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.