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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.