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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
New Order,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.