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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.