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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.