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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.