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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.