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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.