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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.