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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.