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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.