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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.