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 Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Panda Bear to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Scion,
The Wake,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.