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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.