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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.