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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Qualms,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.