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 Slovakia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.