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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.