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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Visage,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.