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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.