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 Slovenia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light 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?
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.