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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.