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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
New Order,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.