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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.