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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Smoke to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.