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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.