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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.