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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.