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 Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.