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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.