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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.