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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.