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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Scion,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.