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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.