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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Technova,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.