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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.