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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.