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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.