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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.