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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.