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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.