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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DNA to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.