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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.