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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Siglo XX to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.