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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.