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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Visage,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.