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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.