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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.