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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
ABC,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.