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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.