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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 mellotron and an organ 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.