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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.