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 Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
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.