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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Aswad,
The Motions,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.