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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.