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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.