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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.