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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.