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 Saudi Arabia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.