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 Uganda 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.