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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.