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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.