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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Swans,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.