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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.