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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.