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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.