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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.