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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.