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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 MDC to the funk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.