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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.