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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.