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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.