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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.