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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.