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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.