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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
JFA,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.