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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.