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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
DNA,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.