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 Montenegro 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.