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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.