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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.