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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.