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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.