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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
ABC,
Nico,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.