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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.