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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.