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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.