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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Can,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.