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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
MDC,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.