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 Andorra and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.