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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.