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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
The Slits,
The Move,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.