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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.