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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.