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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.