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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.