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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
10cc,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Visage,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Faust,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.