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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Mars to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Mars,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.